Zelas swayed in confusion for a second. "I mabbe able to?" He mumbled and sniffed the air. It smelled like any other cave, cold and dank with a hint of vegetation. Was she mocking him? He considered it for a while but settled for sulking silently. Why was he doing this again? There were far more pleasant places to be. Oh, that's right. He thought, as he spied Auxzali, the runaway priest. Why had he even volunteered for the task of retrieving him, he didn't have anyone's confidence, nor was he asked to. In fact, his master would probably have a few choice words for him, leaving without a word. Had he just been bored? Perhaps part of him had been, but there were other reasons. Nothing he wished to dwell too long on however. He shook his head. This isn't gonna end well, he thought.

Bending down over the trigger mechanism Duxo began his work. "Ser knight, not to impunge you abilities as a dancer, but either you or our spirited friend back there are likely to set this off, if you'll just give me a second..."

+5 dex bonus, +4 Disable Device, +1 from trapfinding.

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For the love of meat, shut up! No one wants to hear your emo character background! My hands are literally melting away, and I'm complaining less than you!—K'seliss, Goblins

Duxo had dealt with pressure plates before - he knew that the correct application of a wedge would prevent triggering in most places, so he found a suitable, jagged rock and tentatively edged towards the trap.With meticulous care, he inserted the wedge as best he could into the near-invisible line that indicated the start of the plate and...

Nothing happened! Duxo exhaled and backed up from the plate. He could not be certain, but he was fairly sure the plate would hold.

"Well, that should take care of that. After you Ser knight; I've an orc to show the errors of his ways." Duxo said with something that may have been a smirk, though it might have just been the burns keeping him from making an actual smile. And once we find the thing I'm going to stab it repeatedly in the kidneys. No one puts me in chains, valid business mistake or not.

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For the love of meat, shut up! No one wants to hear your emo character background! My hands are literally melting away, and I'm complaining less than you!—K'seliss, Goblins

"How courteous of you" Sigurd grinned, then rushed into the door on the right, blade unsheathed, just his eyes visible above the shield, scanning the unknown room for anything white and furry that was in dire need of stabbing.

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"Captain, the buttocks are moving from the pink into the red and purple spectrum! We cannot maintain this rate of spanking any longer!"

Deciding not to take Duxo up on his polite offer, Sigurd opted instead for the door on the other side of the small corridor. He charged in through it, shield at the ready. The room beyond was not what he expected, however. Darkness enveloped a natural cave; from what he could gather from the light filtering in from the torches in the previous room, it was not a very large area. The darkness hid the contents of the room, though, and from the lip of his shield, the Ralkharan knight saw nothing. A strange, insectlike buzzing could be heard within the room though, and strangely, Sigurd swore he could hear the droning inside his head as well, clouding his thoughts. As the others neared the room, the same buzzing could be heard and felt within their own minds.

Apart from the ceaseless droning, all was still and otherwise quiet...

Zelas would have preferred the door shut when it turned out there was no orc in there, but he was feeling a bit sluggish and had a hard time composing his thoughts. He knew any needless confrontation at this point would just be another drain on their resources, giving the orc more time to react and prepare.

He whispered harshly. "Yeoua'll are stupid. Is no orc in there. Only sumkin of loud... bug. Git back 'ere."

He stayed outside the door along with Duxo, who he subconsciously leaned on as he swayed, peering in at the cave ceiling. He really hoped he had just imagined something moving up there in the darkness.

"Something in this chamber may ever so slightly be gnawing at my sanity. Do you think it could be the reason why the bandits were so unreasonably loyal to their failed cause, and if so, can it be slain?" he mused.But, musing did not get eerie things in eerie caves slain - slaying did that, if he could recall correctly.Verily, his thoughts were fuzzy - but the course was obvious."You shed light on my path, Nim" he winked at her and charged ahead, sweeping the cavern with the light shed by his shield - and ready to sweep the source of the buzz with sword or mace.

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"Captain, the buttocks are moving from the pink into the red and purple spectrum! We cannot maintain this rate of spanking any longer!"

As Nim's magical light illuminated the cave, the party became aware that it was strangely empty; there were no signs of habitation by the bandits at all. The room was indeed small: a natural cave only 40 feet deep. On the far end of the cave stood curious object, however: against the natural cave wall a raised half-well rested, and erupting out from the stone itself was an upper-body bust of a naked female, not dissimilar in style to those found at the fore of a large ship. The body was thin, spindly and somewhat inhuman, though, and the head was a creepy amalgamation of woman and mosquito. Its insectoid eyes gleamed as though made of mirrors, and a large proboscis jutted out from where her mouth should be, the tip of it resting in the bottom of the shallow well. The well itself was empty, the inner walls stained with streaks of crimson. Along the outer wall of the well, odd symbols and scrawlings were etched in a message.The statue appeared to have been grown out of the stone itself, rather than carved or chiseled by human hands, and the entire thing had an feeling of incredible age to it.

The buzzing sound within everyone's heads appeared to be coming from the presence of this altar; and the closer they got, the louder it became. The room was otherwise devoid of anything. All was still.

As nothing seemed to have engulfed his friends yet, Zelas forgot his own advice and was drawn in by curiousity over what was being discussed, he stumbled up to them, leaning on Sigurd for support.

"A mosquito goddess?! How fitting..." He grinned a fool's grin and looked around at the others, to see if they had gotten the joke. He repeated it a second time, just to be sure. "See, they live inna swamp..." He started, but was silenced by their looks. He shrugged it off, and squinted at the well. Where was the buzzing coming from? Was it magic? There was some writing on the side of the well, Zelas tried to clear his head and mouthed them off.

As Zelas as Nim neared the well to decipher it, the buzzing increased in intensity until it drowned out all other sounds. It sounded like a thousand mosquitos were flying within their skulls! In spite of this nearly painful droning, the duo managed to decipher the writings, and stepped back to the others, where the infuriating noise was less intense. The well was indeed magical, and Zelas was also able to discern some of the nature of the weavings.

"What's she want? Blood, wine, revelry, brawls, all the really fun things," ginning his disgusting grin Duxo chuckled, "meh, she's a naykin fickle shaerm like that. Way I look at it, a blessing and a curse from her are about the same thing."

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For the love of meat, shut up! No one wants to hear your emo character background! My hands are literally melting away, and I'm complaining less than you!—K'seliss, Goblins

Tar-Sul shivered and followed Nim and Duxo to wait in the corridor. "That place and that buzzing... Gives me the creeps!" he said to them quietly once he was clear of the room. "Have you ever seen her that way before? She looked like a... Like some kind of demon!"

Auxzali smiled at the idea of throwing the dice and letting fate decide. "If no one has any better ideas, then Zelas, may I see some wine?"

Eh, what the heck. I'll play your game, SE! I'll give anyone who wants to clear out before Auxzali gets poisoned a chance to before I pour the wine in if you guys decide that ya ain't going to risk it.

Zelas frowned with thought. He reverted back to his native tongue.< "Are yussure? Woud Asstrami really approve a sack....zac..sacrifice to 'nother god? I dun like all dat buzzing..." > He swayed, both in body and in mind.

Despite his words, he dug through his backpack and came up with one of the recently acquired bottles of Bargarett Red, that he reluctantly handed over.

< "Zeems a waste 'a such a good wine...." > He mumbled. He wasn't really keen on giving that mosquito face anything, but if his priest was on board, it could hardly be sacrilege...could it? Either way, if Auxzali would be either cursed or blessed, Zelas would be at his side. < "Don' pour et all out, k?" >

"I would not want a blessing from this ... thing" Sigurd shrugged. "My wisest recommendation in the presence of this d**ned buzzing is you get out and I shall topple this thing."He pointed to the door, then to the vile idol."How does that sound for a plan? Otherwise, leave me out before you pour anything into that bucket."

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"Captain, the buttocks are moving from the pink into the red and purple spectrum! We cannot maintain this rate of spanking any longer!"

Sigurd saw that they were going to pour offerings into the idol's well, and discreetly left. Nothing good ever came from olden gods, too lost in their immortal ennui and timeless depravity, vision twisted by the weight of ages.

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"Captain, the buttocks are moving from the pink into the red and purple spectrum! We cannot maintain this rate of spanking any longer!"